"I think we should tell them." Oh, not this again.
"Draco. I told you. We can tell them now. We can tell them at dinner."
"Yes but-"
I interrupted him, "No. We are not doing some dramatic Slytherin thing to tell people we are dating. It's dramatic enough as it is, love." I honestly have no idea what it is about him. He has a flare for the dramatic that one.
"But Hermione." Came his whining voice.
"But nothing. Now are we going to tell them now or what?" I sounded extremely exasperated.
"Fine. We can just tell them now." He sulked but then he began to smirk. I would have asked him what he had planned but that would probably result in an argument of some sort over his, most likely, ridiculous idea and I really can't be stuffed arguing over something like that.
He practically dragged me to the Great Hall where everyone was having dinner. Thankfully, no one was wondering the halls and didn't see the shame that was me being dragged like a rag doll to the Great Hall.
When we reached the Great Hall he quickly pulled open the door while I started yelling at him, "Let me go you doofus! I swear if you dislocated my shoulder we're not having sex for another month." And that's when he let go of me and looked at me horror-stricken. Unfortunately, everyone heard me. Gasps surrounded the hall at my statement but none were taken notice by Draco as he started smirking at me again.
"Well, it's a good thing I know it's not dislocated then, isn't it?" The asshole winked. Definitely no sex for him. Ecspecially for doing that in front of everyone.
SHIT. He got what he wanted. A dramatic entrance that was probably funny to him as well.
"Shut up. There's still no sex for you. Now look. You got what you wanted. Everyone knows we are dating and it was also dramatic and funny. Now can we leave before I start to hit you."
We began heading towards the Head's Dorms bickering over what had just transpired, completely forgetting that we had shocked and amused the occupants of the Great Hall.